Текст и перевод песни Victor Heredia feat. Pedro Aznar - Parte del Cielo (with Pedro Aznar)

Parte del Cielo (with Pedro Aznar)

Mira esta ciudad en su cielo austral,
Duerme, sin saber cuánto nos pasa.
Tan callada está, escucha penar
Tanto corazón sin esperanza.

Amanece bajo esta llovizna,
Pasa un viejo con su traje de nostalgia
Y, este amor ahogado se hace zamba,
Baila por saber que es la última ve
Que tendré tu rostro entre mis manos.

Si pudiera volver a esos años de sol,
Cuando todo era puro horizonte,
Me pondría otra vez nuestras alas de amar,
Para ir sin pudor a pedirte
Que no dejes morir lo que el tiempo mató,
Lo que lloro, aferrado a un recuerdo;
Que me vuelvas a amar, que no olvides jamás
Que una vez fuimos parte del cielo.

Quiero imaginar que verás igual
Esa soledad que desampara.
Nuestro viejo amor, bajo un cielo austral,
Mientras llora el mar su eterna danza.

La sirena de un barco abalanzado,
Su gemido entre la niebla esta mañana;
Desfallece el mundo en mi ventana,
Muere al comprender que es la última vez
Que tendré tu rostro entre mis manos.

Si pudiera volver a esos años de sol,
Cuando todo era puro horizonte,
Me pondría otra vez nuestras alas de amar,
Para ir sin pudor a pedirte
Que no dejes morir lo que el tiempo mató,
Lo que lloro, aferrado a un recuerdo;
Que me vuelvas a amar, que no olvides jamás
Que una vez fuimos parte del cielo,
Que una vez fuimos parte del cielo,
Que una vez fuimos parte del cielo.

Part of Heaven (feat. Pedro Aznar)

Look at this city in its southern sky,
Sleeps, without knowing how much we suffer.
So silent it is, it listens to the pain
Of so many hearts without hope.

It dawns under this drizzle,
An old man passes with his suit of nostalgia
And this drowned love becomes a zamba,
Dances because it knows it's the last time
That my face will be between my hands.

If I could go back to those sunny years,
When everything was pure horizon,
I would put on our wings of love again,
To go without shame to ask you
Not to let die what time has killed,
What I cry, clinging to a memory;
To love me again, to never forget
That once we were part of heaven.

I want to imagine that you will see the same
That solitude that amplifies.
Our old love, under a southern sky,
While the sea cries its eternal dance.

The siren of a rushing ship,
Its groan between the fog this morning;
The world faints in my window,
Dies when I realize it is the last time
That my face will be between my hands.

If I could go back to those sunny years,
When everything was pure horizon,
I would put on our wings of love again,
To go without shame to ask you
Not to let die what time has killed,
What I cry, clinging to a memory;
That you love me again, not to ever forget
That once we were part of heaven,
That once we were part of heaven,
That once we were part of heaven.